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Current mood: restless
Stuck awake, depressed, and I probably made a mistake by watching Saw 2 before bed time.
Can you blame me for being hard on myself? Those who do not appreciate life do not deserve it.
Great, now I gotta replace the bulletin title, it feels like a rant.
Why do I want to be a writer? I haven't put much thought into that. Really, the concept came from being declared as the total mainstream outcast from a few personality test. A weirdo, eh? Let's run with it.
So I'm stuck in ICC's Creative Writing (short stories) with a poor instructor who believes that my sense of humor is that of a scumbag. I guess a more accurate description would be from his critique of my first story that was A work with an unjust B grade.
Hey, it may not have been publishable (that's what rewrites are for), but compared to what I workshopped in class:
"There is nothing funny about these horrific events. Characters that make light of it are scumbags."
I admit my second work was not A quality, or B, I think C quality (again, rewrites), but the story was great, and readable, but his ignorance to appreciate it bugs me.
After all this, let me just say, this is more of a journal than a literary work. So fuck you for fucking nitpicking.
Read the rest of this blog and other stories at Main Event of the Dead.com and determine if this thought process can be translated into a B-movie comedy about pro-wrestling zombies.
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